Waking up is an adventure.
Sometimes it feels like jumping out of an airplane.
I’m not ready. I don’t have my parachute on. I don’t think it’s even packed yet.
My thoughts begin racing before my body is getting out of bed.
What do I need to do today? When do I really need to get started?
Another part of me says: It’s nice and warm here under the covers.
I could just stay here and pray awhile: Dear Lord, help me as I start this day!
You’re going to need to get out of bed.
What’s that? I think I’ll just lay here and pray a little longer.
Okay, strap on that chute, open the hatch.
Man, it’s windy out there! Kinda cold too.
I’m jumping, I’m falling, where’s the ripcord?
I knew there’d be days like this. I just never thought there’d be so many.
All in a row. One after another.
